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Lady Pariel ni Syrinx swam through the depths of the ocean, her long tail like that of a lionfish carrying her smoothly through the waters. Her long silvery hair trailed behind her as the faintest hints of filtered sunlight touched her smooth, pale skin.

Sir Frium ap Lorelei and Sir Waram ap Melusine swam alongside the lady, tridents at the ready. Below the waist, Sir Frium resembled a great shark and Sir Waram a porpoise. Both Mermen thrust out their muscled chests, weapons ready for any possible threat. They had no idea why their lady had taken up this habit of exploring.

Waram saw it first. He paused, gesturing with one hand in the distance. There, just on the edge of sight, was a city underwater. Not a city of the Mer but a city built for beings from the surface.

Waystation 54, more commonly known as Lobster Ridge was a sizeable trading town, a major stop over for the whale ranchers on their annual migration, and a sizeable military depot, which meant it had some quite sizeable sensor systems monitoring the surrounding water, situated on the most Southern borders of ANA it needed them.
By some strange chance, the regular fighter sub patrols had missed the three merpeople, but one of the perimeter beacons had picked up the three, and registering them as possible hazardous wildlife, their location and direction was instantly transmitted to the main habitat arcology.
In the Central command section, Ensign Jerrad Letoyov watched his monitor with a cigarette dangling bored from his mouth.

"Damn I hate this shift, nothing but late night ore transports and the occasional predator sniffing around.."

Something caught his eye on the screen, three biologics, designated as possible hazards.

"Ah, probably some hammerheads or something, here after scraps."

Jerrad carried out the standard procedure, and two Cowrie (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha6cowrie) drones left their docks and skimmed out through the water to take a look-see at these biologics.

"God I’m bored,"

Jerrad lit up another cigarette and contemplated the coffee machine in the corner.

Blue eyes widened as Lady Pariel spotted the strange drones. Her first instinct was curiosity as she began to approach them. Sir Frium just gave her a look, a long hard look reminding her that the safety of eggbearers was of great importance to the race. Frowning, the female swam back behind a small outcropping. The two Mermen tensed, readying their tridents defensively but making no offensive move as the probes approached.

Ensign Letoyov sat up a bit straighter as the computer beeped at him, sliding his feet off the desk he took a puff at his cigarette and studied the screen, apparently the tagged biologics had taken an evasive course of action that didn't match the profiles of any known creature in the computers data base.

"Weird..."

Jerrard furrowed his brows and flicked a couple of switches, taking manual control of one of the drones. The EVD screen showed a clear image from one of the drone cameras, a large green blob marking where the Bio Mass Sensor had picked out the life forms behind a rocky outcrop. Gently with practiced ease, Jerrard hovered the drone around to get a look at the mysterious contacts, what he saw made his eyes bulge and him to sputter uncontrollably, sending his cigarette in a perfect arc to land in the shift supervisor's coffee, who gave him a dirty look.

"Good morning Ensign, so nice of you to join us after your little sleep"

"Sir, I wasn't sleeping! I think.."

"I don't want to hear your excuses Jerrard, KP duties for a week."

"But Sir!!"

"I said can it!"

The supervisor had stood up and was getting a fresh coffee..

"SIR! you really need to take a look at this!"

The supervisor came over and stared long and hard at the screen.

"Ensign, this had better not be a joke.."

"No sir.. here's the drone logs, if you want to check them.."

The supervisor sat leaned back, face clouded in thought for a few seconds before he turned to the communications officer of the watch.

"Lucy, contact the base, and ask to be put in touch with the diplomatic corp, tell them we got a live one here.."

"Then he turned back to Jerrard,"

"Ok, see if you can make contact with them.."

Jerrard looked perplexed.

"How??!"

"I don't know, use your imagination."

Before long, the running lights on the drone were flashing in different colours, a lot like the lights from the alien mother ship in 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind'.

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Frium and Waram tilted their heads at the lights, blinking several times. They swam back a short distance and levelled their tridents, frowning severe, warrior's frowns. "What is that thing?" Frium asked.

Waram shrugged. "I have no idea. Some kind of machine. I think the dirt-walkers back home have some things like them too."

Frium arched a brow. "Really? Think these are Nockers then?"

His companion shook his head. "I doubt it. I'm trying to figure out what the lights are for though."

Frium nodded. "Yeah, those are pretty...weird."

Jerrard was feeling pretty stupid, flicking on the lights in different haphazard sequences wasn't really working. It wasn't until Lucy, the comms officer suggested modifying the output of the sonar to carry audible waves that he thought there might be a chance
It was five minute before the adjustments were made.. the Jarred hesitantly spoke int othe mic.

"Uh, Hello?"

Waram blinked before responding in perfect English. It read as though it were being carried over a special form of sonar, yet the Merman opened and closed his mouth as though he were speaking the words. "Hello. Are you Nockers?"

The Ensign sat back from the monitor back straight, a puzzled look on his face, just then one of the diplomats attatched to the Military base hustled in, with a thankful sigh Jerrard turned to him and got out of his chair.

"Ah! good to see you! its all yours!"

Quickly Samuel Tirone, the diplomat, slid into the seat.

"Ok, inform me whats been said and where we are too..

His eyes looked over the mermen on the screen, one eyebrow lifted.

"Well, this is unexpected.."

Jerrard nodded and added.

"Last thing they asked, was er.... if we were a pair of breasts..."

The diplomat blinked at him..

"What?"

"They asked if were were knockers..."

The diplomat snorted..

"It could mean anything, hell, they could just be asking if we were bonkers.."

Jerrard muttered something about it really being breasts as he thankfully left the control centre. After he left the diplomat nodded and leaned into the mike, activating it.

"Hello, my name is Samuel Tirone, I am a diplomat of Aqua Nation Atlantica, if you would like to stay there ,i shall come out to talk to you..."

He turned to his aide.

"Mathew, Get my SCE Suit, I'm going swimming..."

About five minutes later, sat in skimmer subs, the diplomat and four others powered out to meet the Merfolk.

At the mention of diplomacy, Lady Pariel swam out from behind the rock, facing the cameras. "I am Lady Pariel ni Syrinx.There is no need of that, Samuel Tirone. We shall come to you."

Pariel did not simply speak conversationally as the others did. Despite the strangeness of the sonar, one could tell that her's was a voice use to command. She wasn't trying to be presumptuous or demanding. It simply seemed that she had been raised in a society where everyone around her obeyed her. Her voice and her movements were also turbulent and cold like the sea.

The two Mermen frowned at her words but lowered their heads submissively. As Pariel began swimming towards the city, the two males took up flanking positions, tridents readied defensively.

Samuel nodded to himself, this was good, it showed trust, and was an excelent groundplan for diplomacy..

"Very good, if you could follow the drones? they will take you to the main habitat, Ill meet you there.."

Quickly Samuel gave instructions to his aid, who sat down and set the drone on course for the large community habitat.

Samuel meanwhile made his way down to the wet deck, the place where the dolphin community pretty much lived, a large grouping of rooms and corridors, all have filled with water and criss crossed by a network of walkways for the human inhabitants.

Pariel and the other two Mer followed the drones down to the habitat. When she arrived, she gripped the side of the ladder and began to pull herself out. As soon as the first of her scales came out of the water, her tail parted, forming two legs covered by glittering fish scales and yet shaped like rather well formed human legs. She was entirely nude. She stepped out onto the walkway and looked towards the approaching humans.

Samuel atched the transformation, going a little green in the face, that kind of meta shifting was something he and most of ANA was not used to, however the shapely legs more than made up for it.

"Good afternoon! I am Samuel Tirone, we spoke earlier.."

He looks her up and down with as much politeness as he can muster

"Would you and your companions like some clothing?"

Samuel heard the gentle clunking of the security outside, yes, this was a first contact situation, but they had learnt the hard way, outside in the corridor, descreetly awaiting the call, several marines in Dragonfish (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anaequipment4) armour stood at the ready.
Shaking his head slightly Samuel nods towards the lady and her companions

"Would you and your, men prefer to stay close to water? or would you prefer somethin a little drier?"

The two males climbed out after Pariel, their legs undergoing the same transformation. "I am Lady Pariel ni Syrinx. It is nice to meet you, Samuel Tirone. May I speak to the Eggbearer you serve?"

She shook her head. "No. It is not our custom to wear such things. We will be fine."

She inclined her head. "I cannot leave the water for extended periods. However, it would do no harm to depart it for a time to speak. Perhaps we would all be more comfortable were there a place to sit."

Samuel Smiles

"Oh please, it is not a problem ,we have existed long enough underwater that we are perfectly comfortable wth it, these chambers you see are built for our resident dolphin pod, they can also hold humans.."

He points to a slightly raised dias above the water, where several comfortable sofas are arranged around a table and flat screen monitor, a comune are for humans and their dolphin friends, but it would serve.

Samuel blinks

"Im sorry, did you say egg bearer??"

Pariel nodded as she and the Mermen walked towards the couch. "Yes. The female in charge of this facility."

Pariel sat when she arrived on the dias, crossing her brightly scaled legs. The two Mermen stood on either side of her, just behind the chair. They held their tridents perpendicular to the ground but stood up straight rather than leaning on them even slightly.

Samuel blinked again a smile frozen on his face, the actual commander of the military base was one Commader Cohen Ricanov, however the Civilian side was run by Mayoress Juilia Brahms.

"Our femal leader?"

Suddenly an idea hit him

"This town has a joint leadership, one male and one female, they work in a partnership."

He slides into the seat opposite her.

"I, however, am authorized to act in diplomatic circumstances such as these, but, if you would prefer a female, I could hand my role over to my counterpart, Sharon.."

"Sharon is your Eggbearer?" Pariel asked.

"Yes, I would speak with her." she answered bluntly enough. She paused, frowning as she glanced off momentarily. "By what title is she to be addressed? I assume she is the Lady of this town?"

Samuel furrowed his brow.

"Er no, she is not my eegbearer, I am married to another lady, Sharons husband works in shipping, as to Sharon her self, no she is not a Baroness, but, I believe she is quite high up in the hierarchy"

Quitely Samuel gets up and gies a deep bow to the lady and a smaller bow to the two gents.

"If you will allow me, I shall inform Sharon you wish to speak to her."

Pariel arched a brow ever so faintly. "I...see..." she said, deep in thought.

Finally, Pariel inclined her head. "Of course. Give my regards to your Eggbearer. These are, in fact, the males who fertilize my eggs."

The two Mermen returned his bows with bows of their own, their faces remaining inpenetrable. Pariel smiled slightly as he left, turning towards her mates. "What a fascinating culture..."

As the hatch door shut brhind him samuel blinked,

"What a fascinating culture!"

He said to no one in particular, while looking at himself in the mirrored faceplate of one of the marines.

Thankfully Sharon was there.

"Ah! Sharon! have I got a hot rock for you.. Listen, you've probably been briefed up to date, but just to let you know, it seems to be a matriarcal society, hence the lady in there prefering to speak with an eggbearer, er, woman.."

Sharon arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow

"Im a what?"

"An eggbearer"

"Oh God, very well, Samuel, Ill keep you briefed, stay close by, your knowledge on no human behavior will probably come in usefull."

Sharon stepped through the hatch, all smiles in her sleek business suit.

"Greetings, your Ladyship, I am Sharon Natoyev, Samuels counterpart, now, where were you?"

"We were just introducing ourself. My name is Lady Pariel ni Syrinx. I am the Baroness of Qaton, one of the eight corral cities of the Merfolk. I am a vassal to Countess Glaelen ni Syrinx and the Eggbearer to ten males of knightly rank, including the two in my company at present. I am Lady to the Merfolk of Qaton and the creatures of the surrounding waters. I am told that you are the Lady Sharon, a diplomat in the serive of the not yet named lady of this city." Pariel spoke calmly with a confident air, cold and wild as the sea.

Sharon nods at Lady Pariel's words

"Then permit me to rectify that, i am Sharon Natoyev. diplomat in the services of the ANA government, based here at Lobster Ridge, which is joint controlled by Admiral Gregor Onyatop and Mayor Julia Brahms, this in turn rests within the borders of the Escolet Shire, under Shire Lord Darren Escolet, who in turn answers to Baroness Lucy Guage, and then at the top there is Tsar Minister, William Alexis Andanov."

She smiles

"I hope that has ceared things up?"

Sitting down and delicately crossing her legs she looks at the two males.

"Do you or your companions desire refreshment?"

It had been a rushed affair, this sudden appearance of the new National contacts, so standard procedures had not been followed, and Sharon was just making sure the guests were comfortable.

Pariel took in all the information quietly. "I would wish to meet with Her Ladyship, if that is possible."

Pariel inclined her head. "It has rather cleared things up. Thank you, Sharon."

Pariel shook her lovely head. "We consumed a number of fish just before coming here. I see that your people are friends with the dolphin."

Sharons smile was stuck on her face.

"I don't think you understand your Ladyship, the Baroness has over 600 million subjects to direct, and we do things a little different here, a seperate ambassadorial, caste, deals with situations such as this, and in this area, both me and Samuel are hghest ranking of that caste."

Briefly Sharon glimpses down int othe water of the Wet deck area, several younger dolphins were playing a way away.

"Yes, not so mch friends, dolphins are an integral part of our society, they are full citizens."

Pariel stared at the woman speechlessly. "I am a baroness as well with subjects of my own. Besides which, you are making first contact with a sovereign nation with quite a few more than six hundred millions and not simply with my barony. Nonetheless, if you insist upon doing this according to such customs then I shall leave you with a member of our diplomatic caste or nearest equivalent. Sir Warum, stay and speak to this woman. Sir Frium, attend me."

With an indignant frown, Pariel rose and began walking back towards the water without another glance behind her.

Inwardly shrugging, and wondering why a nation would send a lady such as that on a first contact mission, Sharon turned to Sir Warum and bowed low and slowely, giving the Baroness time to leave, no doubt Samuel would have made sutiable arrangements incase of this happening to attempt to soothe any fragmented nerves.

"Sir Warum, it is a great pleasure to make your aquaintance.."

Pariel slowly slid back into the water, Frium following. Warum frowned after them before looking back to Sharon and nodding. "Of course. Sharon, I must confess to being somewhat perplexed as to why we were invited here. I would like to contact my Foreign Ministry, if possible."

Sharon gave a little polite bow to Sir Warum, so as not to alienate him further by cutting them off mid speech, then he turned to Lady Pariel, it was her turn to look perplexed.

"You must excuse me your Ladyship, I was under the impression you approached us.."

Pariel shook her head, peaking out from the water once more. "We were travelling in what were for us uncharted waters. We believed the ocean floor to be uninhabited aside from our own race and were looking for new lands for potential development when we were approached by your strange probes and asked to come in here." Pariel didn't climb back out of the water but she didn't swim away either.

Sharon tilted her head to one side and her eyes narrowed in thought.

"I see, Well, there are some amongst us that would see approaching our habitation as a fisrt contact situation.."

Sharon made a mental note to have a polite word with the Admiral, about his patrols in the area, ANA's borders were supposed to be secure, well, anything crossing them would be picked up at any rate..


"Please, we appear to have started off on the wrong foot.."

sharon looked down at Pariels fins an hoped she hadn't caused a social mishap.

"How might we come to an agreement?"

Pariel looked up at the woman. Her gaze was harsh at first but then softened. "It would be an insult by our laws were I not allowed to meet with a local ruler. However, there is no rush. I could spend days in the company of diplomatic personnel before such a meeting need take place."

Sharon smiled a soft smile

"And in our lands, an immeadiate meeting with a national leader on first contact does not happen, there are.. channels that need to be followed first.
I do appologise for the misunderstanding."

She sits crosslegged at the edge of the water, so as the lady does not have to get out.

"In time yes, you will meet with a head of state, I promise you.."

Sharons mind scrabbled around in the recesses of her memory, before hitting a jewel, there was to be an royal ball in a months time, now how to get permission for this lady to go..

Pariel pondered. "That is very unusual. I am not a diplomat but I do not believe our nation has ever encountered a people with such practices. Of how much time are you speaking? I am willing to wait as long as two weeks."

Waram coughed ever so slightly, still needing to contact the Foreign Ministry.

Sharon nodded and turned

"I do apologise, if you will escuse me for a moment, I will see what kind of communication your .. male requires"

She turns

"Sir Waram, how might we be of service to you?"

Pariel arches a brow but ultimately inclined her head. Waram repeated himself. "I would wish to contact my Foreign Ministry. We are not diplomats nor are we authorized to speak on behalf of the Danaan High Kingdom to foreign powers."

Sharon nods and indicates for Mathew the diplomatic aid to come in.

"Ah, Mathew, this Gentle Knight requires communication, please make avaliable whatever we have to him.."

Then with another nod and friendly smile to Sir Waram, she turns back to pariel.

"As to meeting, I can promise you a Royal engagement within a month, is that agreeable?"

Pariel frowned. "I would like to know why your Baroness considers a woman of equal rank to be so beneath her notice?"

Waram nodded and followed Matthew. "I simply need a radio transmitter."

Sharon shakes her head softly

"no, it will not be the baroness, ou wil lbe metting with the king himself.."

Sharon also failed to mention there would be several hundred other guests there, but giving Pariels unique nature, it was a safe bet she would have a lot o attention, and since al lthe barons and baronesses would be attending anyway...

Mathew smiled and bowed to the knight

"If you would follow me sir? there is a small communications room just of the main corridor that will patch you into our communications network."

Pariel nodded. "I can wait a month for the king." She spoke as though she were honestly making a huge concession which, from her perspective, she was. Pariel climbed out of the water again, along with Frium.

Waram inclined his head, following Matthew.

Sharon breathed a small inaudible sigh of relief, this was hard work.


"In a months time the King will be holding a royal ball at his palace. This is normaly used as a way of introducing new diplomatic ties and other state visitors. You of course My Lady, are invited."

Sharon got up and followed Pariel to sit across from her.

"Now we have established a ground to work from, how can we be of further help to you My Lady?"


Meanwhile Mathew takes Sir Waram to a tastefully decorated room, lined with bookshelves, and in the centre is a state of the art media communications suite.

Pariel sat, pondering. "We do not particularly need anything."

Waram moved to the communications array and dialed a channel. "Hello...Yes...Sir Waram ap Melusine...Well, I seem to have stumbled across a nation previously unknown to us." He turned from the radio for a moment. "He wants to know the name of your state."

"Then let us talk of our nations!"

Sharon tucked one leg up under the other, a rather composed relaxed look,

"I tell you something, you tell me something? is it a deal?"

She smiled openly


Meanwhile in the communications room, Mathew leaned in.

"The Nation is Aqua Nation Atlantica, Sir"

"Your terms sound acceptable." Pariel answered simply and curltly. "Where shall we begin?"

"Aqua Nation Atlantica." Waram said. "Yes...yes...very well." He turned to look at Matthew. "He wishes to speak with you."

"Ok, lets start with ANA then.."

Sharon wondered to herself what it would take to soften the stiff backed woman

"ANA exits mostly underwater, we have but two small locations on the surface, an extensive free trade city called Jirocan, and a combined military research base."



Mathew looked suprised

"Speak to me??"

He comes into the room and heads to the mike

"Hello, this is Mathew Reslin of the ANA diplomatic Corp, how can I help you?"

Pariel noted this. "Yes. The vast majority of the Resurgent Dream is on the land. However, all of the Merfolk live underwater."

A voice answered Matthew. "This is George Barringer of the Danaan High Kingdom of the Resurgent Dream. I'd like to start out by saying that your three guests are not authorized by the Foreign Ministry to speak for or represent the Danaan High Kingdom."

"Oh? tell me of your cities... most of ANA cities have arcologies with smaller habitats.."

Sharon was thinking about drawing the conversation onto art.




Mathew bit his lip

"I see, Sir, if you do not mind, I will place my superior online,"

Quickly Mathew put a call through to Samuel, looks like he had a job after all..

Since he was standing nearby, Samuel was there in a few seconds.

"Hello, this is Samuel Tirone, I understand the people of your Nation that are here are not diplomatic personel? Could you please inform me as to the nature of the people involved in this first contact situation?"

A side long glance at the screen by his side showed the radio log had been burst fed to Greenfields main digital library.

Pariel smiled faintly. "Our cities are mostly built in large corral reefs tended and gardened to form the proper shapes."

"This is George Barringer." the man on the radio answered. "I might be able to. First, I'm going to need to hear what's actually happened."

"Bio living habitats, some of our technology is similiar, like the Osmatic membranes that allow us to extract our air.."

Sharon smiles

"So, what kind of art does your Nation produce?"

Sharon was an almost fanatical collector of the many varied and rich arts that abound throughout the Nations



Quickly Samuel fills Barringer in.

Pariel pondered. "Mostly carved seashells and things of that sort."

Barringer replied. "That does sound problematic. Had we been organizing this, we would have started with someone on the level at which your people are accustomed to establishing contact. However, given that Lady Pariel is already their and that Merfolk titles of nobility are recognized by the Danaan High Kingdom, I am obligated to ask that she be entertained as visiting nobility in spire of her...cultural attitudes."

Sharon smiled,

"I like art, infact some consider me to be a bit of a collector, maybe one day I can see some?"



Meanwhile Samuel converses with Barringer.

"Yes a tad problematic, but nothing we couldn't cope with.."

His eyes flick to the screen that flicked up a reply from Greenfields main data bank, confirming TRD's Nation status, and Lady Pariel's he nodded to himself and turned back to the microphone.

"With that in mind, will Lady Pariel be returning to her kingdom? we, have no problems with providing accomodation, but I do not think it will be to her style."

Samuel thought for a few seconds

"Better yet, if I could request specifications for a typical Merfolk habitation for future reference?"

Pariel inclined her head. "I see no reason why that could not be allowed."

Barringer had the specifications transmitted, specifications for a spacious, saltwater habitat filled with waterproofed finery and a large corral bed with no cushioning. "There you go. How would you wish to proceed from here?"

"Excellent!"

Sharon felt like she was trynig to get blood from a stone, Samuel's chirupping in her ear peice had confirmed Pariel's status and she ws trynig to make headway.

"So tell me your Ladyship, are ther any parts of forign culture you find interesting?"






Samuel thanked Barringer and had the list sent off to Habitat Control, fullfilling it would be easy, most ANA furniture, TVs and other implements were waterproof by their very nature, so all they had to do was flood one of the upperclass residences for a very spacious and nice accomodations. Samuel made a note to Habitat to xhoose one that had an extensive and well tended aquatic garden area, the only trouble was finding a bed made of solid coral.. But Samuel had an idea on that front, he put a call through to Jyohan Lineker, the curator of a nearby art gallery.

"Jyohan! old friend!"

"Don't talk to me like that Samuel, your after something..."

"How upsetting, you cut me to the core, dear friend!"

"So your not after something?"

"Well, yes, yes I am really..."

"There you go then.."

"No, liste Jyohan, its about that exhibit you have by a Miss Ferin?"

"You mean, 'A Ladies Study in Corals'?"

"Yes thats the one, tell me, since the exhibit is near its finish time, do you think you could spare a few peices?"

"*Snort* Miss Ferin Im afraid has been a little lax on keeping up appearances within her own exhibit, and has let us down several times, so yeah, I have no problems.. But it will cost you.."

"It allwaya does Jyohan, standard fare?"

"Yup"

"Good, have them boxed up and delivered to Lobster Ridge Central Habitat, we'll take it from there."

"Excellent, oh, by the way, your also paying transport charges."

"*Sigh* fair enough, see you soon Jyohan.."

Samuel hung up, that was the most difficult part taken care of, with which he turned to Sir Waram.

"Is there anything particular your Lady desires or prefers in her living quarters?"

Pariel pondered a long minute. "I am interested in what they eat."

Barringer's smile was audible. "Very good. Very good."

Waram shook his head. "Not in particular, no."

Shoron tilted her head, at last, headway.

"Food and its variations? well, I would be more than happy to help you sample the local quisine.."

A thought occured to her

"DO you mind your food cooked?"




Meanwhile Samuel had sidled off to overssee the preparations for the housing, he turned to Sir Waram

"Er, do you and your fellow, male, require rooms of your own? or do you share with her Ladyship?"

Samuel felt slightly embarrased to ask, but it would have major leanings on which habitat they used, on account of space used.

Pariel considered this a moment. "I have never had food cooked before."

Waram shook his head. "We will stay with Her Ladyship."

Sharon kept up polite chit chat, describing food, and how it was cooked for different flavours, finally she offered to escort Lady Pariel to any of the multitude of restaurants that dot the main Habitat Arcology of Lobster ridge..


Meanwhile Samuel took Sir Waram to oversee the final completion of the Habitat for their use.

Most of it had come together very well, their had been some confusion as to what to do with the fountain that was in the main entrance hall, but the techs had solved that, by pumping air through it instead, so tiny streams of bubbles led up to the ceiling to be collected by a large funnel, originally used to go over an open fire.

Eventually Samuel took Waram to the Ladies room, in the centre was originally what was called an 'art installation' named the 'Offering' two massive hands carved smooth in pink coral, supported a big saucer shape in grey corral, surrounding this was an organic looking stand with two stone heads on each corner,.

"I hope the lady will find this comfortable.."

Samuel narrowed his eyes behind his DSS Suit helmet, there were waterproof pillows in the saucer, but, what the hell, she could throw them off if she wanted to.

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Pariel pondered for a long moment. "I can see no harm in that." She said after some time.

Waram followed Samuel, examining the habitat. "I am sure my Eggbearer will find it most comfortable."

OOC: do you want to leave it here and assume we have made diplomatic contact then?

OOC: If you wish.

OOC: Im quite happy to continue of you want, the choice is yours.

OOC: We can stop for this thread. Maybe do some more with it later.

OOC: Thats cool, We will have a diplomatic residence put aside for the asigned diplomat, as well as her Ladyship!

jst PM me if you have any ideas about further threads.